Kiss You, Sweetheart

Qi Huanyi's vicious tone made Nisha smile and smile gracefully: "what do you want to do?"

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although it was put forward by myself at the beginning, we didn't interfere with each other in the past four years, it was so difficult to really do it. During the day, Bo en laughed in front of people, like a nobody.

At night, but can only hide in the quilt secretly cry. Others cry when they look at the picture of the person they like, but she can only cry when she looks at Bo Jiayan's mobile phone number.

At this time, we found that they did not have a group photo, not even a single photo of Bo Jiayan. What did she do in the past few months? Why did she not even miss her.

Is it true that the past four years have been so indifferent?

She has been in the w country for a week, but apart from Song Lifang's daily phone calls, Bo Jiayan has not sent a single message, which has really disappeared in her world.

Song Lifang did not mention every word of him.

Bo en lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, tears like a river down the corner of his eyes straight down, into the hair.

Little uncle, are you really so heartless to me?

Little uncle Miss overflowing, these three words, let Bo en couldn't help crying, the body also a shake.

She stretched out her hand and curled up a wisp of her hair. It's quite long. These four years have passed, reaching the waist. Little uncle, can you really wait until you change your mind?

How on earth are we going to take this step?

The sweetness of the past has become a mirage

Tears wet the pillow, Bo en fell asleep. When I wake up, I hear the birds whine outside the window, and the flowers planted on the balcony are blooming in the sunshine.

A new day has begun, but she is still like every morning in the past. The first thing she wakes up is to miss bocayan.

She stretched a stretch, slowly got up, looking at the scenery outside the window.

Bo Xin didn't even ask her to sleep so late.

After thinking about it, I remember that today is Saturday, so I don't have to go to class. Naturally, Bo Xin won't disturb her.

This is her first weekend in W country. What can she do?

Bo en en got out of bed, opened the French window, went to the terrace, took a deep breath of fresh air, and spread his arms towards the bright sun. It's such a fine day. I'm going out for a walk. I hope I can feel better.

After grooming, he changed into a casual suit and went out. There was a post it note on Bo Xin's door.

Sister, I went to the gym.

Bo en took the note off and threw it into the trash. This guy has become a fitness maniac. Fitness has become his daily required course.

But it's getting stronger and stronger.

Bo en wanted to walk alone, but he didn't call Bo Xin. There is a mountain park nearby. It's said that it's good. She's going to play.

The life in W country is a bit leisurely. People on the street walk slowly. With the sound, Bo en's walking rhythm slows down.

The air around is fresh, there are few vehicles on the street, and the wide road seems a little empty.

At the traffic lights, Bo en stood by the side of the road waiting to cross. But the face suddenly some itch, scratched several times, is still some itch, feels like also some small pimples.

W country has many flowers, pollen allergy is not necessarily. On the left side of the road, there is a black SUV, tall and big, like a monster.